Random Stuff: π―πππππππ - Ψ―Ω Ψ΄Ωβ
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The ship goes way, on the unstable sea, of a tired titan who sought his bed and the wind between the rigging whistles sharply, in spite of the fast and inexorable turning propeller.
Like a big heart, she crackles; but she warns the radiant look of the lantern, which, envisions, indicates the marine stalking, and with the prora In white fragile foam, when crossing it, it turns.
He goes without fear, confident, sure in his destiny; the propeller gives the impulse, the rudder, the way and crosses the black shadow inert, light.
And the spell of the sea roars in its wake. But there are rocks and there are storms, and there will come a day!... And all your armor oh vain! will be mine...
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El barco va a manera, sobre el mar inestable, de un cansado titΓ‘n que buscara su lecho y el viento entre las jarcias silba agudo, a despecho de la hΓ©lice que gira veloz e inexorable.
Como un gran corazΓ³n, crepita; mas advierte la mirada radiante del fanal, que, avizora, le indica la acechanza marina, y con la prora en blanca espuma frΓ‘gil, al cruzarla, convierte.
Va sin temor, confiado, seguro en su destino; la hΓ©lice da el impulso, el timΓ³n, el camino y atraviesa la negra sombra inerte, ligero.
Y el conjuro del mar ruge a su paso. Β‘Pero hay rocas y hay tormentas, y ha de llegar un dΓa!... Y toda tu armadura Β‘oh vano! serΓ‘ mΓa...
